Is this an illusion?

No, it's not an illusion.

Although Gu Jun's spiritual power was also being consumed, it was not in an illusion, but a clear, strange and unfamiliar feeling.

At this time he was in a theater, not a modern theater, like some kind of old domed theater, with shadowy light, narrow aisles, a small stage with draperies, and ten rows of seats in front of the stage, ten plain wooden chairs in each row, a total of a hundred places.

"My perspective?" Gu Jun immediately keenly discovered that his perspective could be adjusted at will, and he could look in any direction and position he wanted.

It also seems to mean that he doesn't exist here as someone or something.

This omniscient perspective is like...... He is the theater itself.

With this idea in mind, Gu Jun's mind moved, and he wanted to open the curtain, and the curtain was immediately opened.

The stage was empty, with nothing but dust accumulating on the countertop.

"If I'm a theater...... Gu Jun thought suspiciously, "Who is the audience?" And who are the performers? ”

There was a wooden door behind the tenth row of seats, closed, and he opened it without much difficulty.

He suddenly saw a figure walking in from the outside, the figure was blurred, he wanted to see it more clearly, and he felt that his spirit was depleted faster, but the figure was still hazy, and he couldn't even tell the gender.

The figure walked to the front row and sat down in the middle seat, facing the direction of the stage.

"This is the man who dreamed of it?" Gu Jun thought, "Sitting alone in an empty small theater and looking at the empty stage? ”

The man sat quietly, but the space around him gradually fluctuated and distorted, becoming unstable......

"That's not right." Gu Jun leaned towards one of the messy thoughts in his heart: the repertoire performed on the stage is a dream, the audience is called by the dream, and the repertoire is controlled by him, that is, the theater.

It may be only when the performance on the stage starts and the dream is presented to the audience that the audience will truly fall asleep instead of becoming more blurred.

This dream repertoire should be stored here, no need to look for it, just start......

"Ahh Gu Jun wanted to urge the stage, but he obviously felt that his spiritual power couldn't run this stage at all.

In a few moments, the head seemed to tense, and the figure and everything else became more hazy.

He had to interrupt abruptly, and there was the barrel wall in front of him, and he was really helpless, "My mental state is too bad." ”

What dimension did those just happen in? In his head?

Gu Jun closed his eyes and looked at the sea of knowledge, there were still five dream bubbles, but the one on the far left was already much thinner, as if it was about to burst at any time.

"These dreams are not one-time consumables, they should have their durability and consume them every time they are used. I wonder if I can recover and grow? It was a failed dream just now, right, but it caused the durability to decline? If it succeeds, will it go down? ”

There are a lot of new problems, but he can't open this dream anymore for the time being, and the other four are the same, and now it's just a waste of money.

"I still have to regain my mental strength first...... he thought, "and I can only really use it if I have enough control over the theater." ”

But this comes back to the question of erosion.

But now there is no other choice but to continue to exercise the spirit first, turn your eyes to complete the difficult task of digestion and erosion.

"It doesn't have to be 800 days, and another 1% reduction may be enough to use sweet dreams. Patience, patience is needed most now. ”

The spirit was quite tired, so Gu Jun rested for a while, closed his eyes and listened to the movement outside.

The sound of the wheels ringing all the time, and the clanging of bells, the neighing of horses, the sound of all kinds of wheels, and soon the bustling sound became more and more intense. He felt that the caravan had entered a city, and the noise of the streets was heard.

He understands a lot of words, and these are obviously what his speakers want to be understandable to all.

There is a drunk man arguing with the hotel owner:

"Fuck off, I've been messing around in Dilas Lynn for so many years, I'm going to owe you money for drink!?"

"Get out of here, don't go wild in my store, what a bastard who owes a beating!"

There was a chaotic thrusting sound, and there were shouts from other drinkers. And the caravan vehicles kept their speed and passed.

Gu Jun was interested in what he heard, "Dilas Lin", this seems to be the name of the place here.

"It turns out that there are cities in the dream world. This world is not a collection of dreams, but can only be reached through dreams. This world seems to have indigenous peoples and their own civilizations...... That Balse is from here? It's not from the Earth world. ”

"The kind of text in the Seven Secret Classics of the Earth, brought over by the ancestors of China? I'm not supposed to be the first person from the Earth world. ”

Without waiting for Gu Jun to think about it, the caravan stopped and seemed to have reached its destination.

The lid of the barrel was still tightly covered, and he was first removed from the car and then moved in somewhere. After a long time, when the lid of the barrel was taken away, he was pulled out by several middle-aged black-robed men with men and women, and he saw that he was in a utility room, and he also saw more of his body.

Only then did I finally understand why it was okay for me not to eat and drink Lazar for so many days, and my lower limbs and knees were connected to something like a purple-black vine plant. He could clearly see rattans burrowing into his skin and connecting to his veins......

"Is that a plant or an animal?" Gu Jun's heart was cold, this was completely contrary to his biological knowledge, but this was the dream world.

This is the "method" of the ancestors? The system shows his physical indicators??? Is this the reason?

The vines provided him with nourishment, but did that have anything to do with his anomalous paralysis?

The black-robed people did not destroy any of the vines on him, and after tearing him out of the barrel, he was placed in another delicate mud pot, and the vines quickly took root. His upper body was exposed, his back next to a wooden frame inserted in a basin, and they had changed into a clean and strange robe.

"Hello, can you talk?" Although Gu Jun kept signaling with his eyeballs, these black businessmen didn't pay attention to him at all, and treated him as if he were an ornament.

At this time, they brought two strange iron hook holders, which were eyelid openers and eyeball fixators, and forcibly attached them to his two eyes.

"Hey, hey!" Gu Jun struggled to turn his eyeballs but only in vain in exchange for more pain, the iron hook frame was still installed, and he suddenly couldn't even move his eyeballs, and his eyelids couldn't close, so he could only look forward with his eyes wide open.

A wave of anger burned in his heart, and the guys ......

They put the basin on a wooden wheelchair, covered him with a black cloth, and pushed it out.

Gradually, Gu Jun heard an excited voice and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the next thing is the new 'Nightmare Spectacle', please, Nightmare Man!" ”

The wooden wheelchair stopped, Huo Di, the black cloth in front of him was torn off, and he suddenly saw that in front of him was the auditorium of the theater, with rows of seats that could accommodate thousands of people, and at this time there were hundreds of spectators sitting in four or fifty percent.

They looked at him with curiosity, suspicion, and interest in all kinds of strange clothes, all kinds of strange looks, looking at him on this side of the stage.